Disclaimer: Do not own newsies as much as I wish I did. I probably never
will but a girl can dream can't she? I do not own any songs that occur in
this series! Or soon to come series. Whatever. I do own Sara, Shots,
Docks (obviously that's my name!), Dollar, Skipper, and anyone else who
isn't in the movie! Oh and a great big thank-you to the people at Disney
who made this wonderful movie, Chach-a-lot, who even though she loves the
newsies and hates newsie fan-fiction reads all my lousy stories, and all
the people who read them and review them.
"How do I know you punks won't run when some goon comes at cha wit a club? How do I know you got what it takes?" Spot asked Jack with a glare.
"Cause I'm tellin ya Spot!" Jack snapped back.
Spot looked down and then back up at the other boy. "Dat ain't good enough Jackie-boy. Ya gotta show me."
Spot watched Jack, Boots, and David walk down the dock towards Manhattan.
Skipper looked up at Spot. "They's gonna get slaughtered! Ya know damn well Jack's boys can't fight like us!"
"Skipper I'm warnin you before I hurt ya. Get da hell away from me and don't talk ta me like dat!"
"Awright Spot. I get da point."
Racetrack ran up the docks to see Spot.
"Hey Race. What's rollin?"
"Why won't ya help em?" Race asked.
"Maybe I'd answer ya if I knew who she was." Spot looked accusingly at the slim, blonde, girl standing behind Race.
"Oh dat's Sara Porter. Which is why I came heah actually."
"Oh yeah blame it all on the girl Race! Of course it's my fault!" Sara snapped.
"What? Nevermind. What about her Race?"
"Well, she's new and Jack don't want her in da strike and since you ain't in it he wanted ta know if ya'd keep her here and teach her how ta fight like a Brooklyn newsie."
"Heah?"
"No, in Bronx Spot! Honestly!" Race rolled his eyes.
"Ya know dat's not what I meant an' ya lucky youse a friend a mine or I'd soak ya for it!"
Sara looked at her feet. She couldn't help but notice how cute this boy was. Sure she'd been warned by all of Manhattan lodging house that he was no good but. She also wanted know what was so scary about him. He had big cyan blue eyes and ash blonde hair. He was also rather short, not that she was tall! She stood exactly 5 foot and and a tiny 100 pounds. He was still taller than she was though. For Pete's sake Race was even taller than her!
"Hey kid ya okay?" Spot asked.
"Hmm? Oh yeah I'm fine."
"You wouldn't be related ta Keith and Josh Porter would ya?"
"Unfortunately they're my brothers."
"Why ain't ya wit dem?"
"Why don't you have parents?" She snapped at him.
"Whoa okay calm down! If ya gonna stay heah ya gotta listen ta me!"
"Fine master what do you desire?"
Spot smirked. A sense of humor? The girl was very pretty too. She had shoulder length wavy blonde hair and eyes so blue they were almost a frightening fathomless black.
"Okay I gotta get back ta Manhattan Spot. So see ya around. Bye Sara." Race took off towards Manhattan.
"I desire a certain goil named Sara ta go spy on Manhattan tamorrow."
"I dunno if Sara would like that. She's not a spy."
"She is now. See dat kid ovah dere?" She nodded. "Dats Skipper Davens. He's one a my boidies. Dats a spy. Go see him an tell him Spot told him ta teach ya everything he knows and ta show ya da goils bunkroom."
Sara glared at him with a look that could kill as she ran over to Skipper.
The boy looked at her and whistled. "Hey doll face what's new?"
"Back-off big boy or I'll have my brother kick your ass all the way to Pittsburgh Pennsylvania and back again. Spot told me to tell you he said you are supposed to teach me how to be a 'birdie' and everything else you know. Then show me the girls' bunkroom.
"Fine but who's ya bruddah just for reference?"
"That depends. If you call me 'doll face, gorgeous, baby, heart breaker' or any other smart remark I'll get Josh. He's my minor offense security guard. Then if you touch me in any way I wish not to be touched in I'll get Keith. Just to let you in on it.he's about 6'2 and 200 pounds."
"Ouch."
So Skipper taught everything that afternoon from what to do if you get caught by another newsie to how to escape Snyder. Sara's first impression of this boy had been 'disgusting pervert' she was wrong. Skipper had kind, warm, chocolate brown eyes and the same colored hair. He was a true sweetheart but if you had to choose who to have on your side of a battle it wouldn't be him. He was to skinny and kind to hurt someone. Spot had a point. Skipper was the ideal spy.
Sara woke up before the guys and slipped out of the lodging house and down to Manhattan. She peeked around a corner (don't steal my quarters! Sry inside joke) and saw the boys yelling and ripping papes into shreds of useless words. She mentally kicked herself for agreeing to go to Brooklyn. Then the whisle sounded. Bulls time to go. She turned tail just in time to hear Race scream, "Crutchy scram!"
The boys sat at Tibby's for quite a while. Jack and David sat in the corner, no doubt plotting to Crutchy out of the refuge.
The sun set and Sara saw Jack and David leave. She felt like an ice cube had slipped into her stomach and wouldn't melt. If she got caught Snyder would send her home and that was a hell she didn't want to face again. Then again orders were orders and she didn't want to face an angry Spot Conlon. She'd heard the stories. Nope. Bailing out is definitely not an option!
She followed them in, listened to the conversation, and followed the two defeated, empty-handed boys back out. Then she took off for Brooklyn.
She burst into the door full of energy having run around the whole day and played Sherlock Holmes (I know he wasn't around then but it's just a description!). Spot looked at her like she was insane.
"Bouncing off walls for a reason kid?"
"Yep! Crutchy is in the refuge!"
"How is dat a good thing?"
"It's not silly! It's exciting! Oh and don't call me kid. I'm Sara. If you call me kid I'll call you Brooklyn."
"Fine. Anything else?"
"Yeah! I found out I hate that stupid mouth Jacobs!"
"Davy?"
"Mmm-hmm! You know him?"
"Yeah. Most unfortunately. He's da walkin mouth."
"I think Jack only keeps him around cause he's smart and Jack likes Sarah."
"You?!"
"AHHHHH! NO NOT ME! I AM SARA! S-A-R-A! NO 'H' ON THE END! She spells it wrong! Besides Cowboy? Ewwwww! No thank you."
Spot laughed and then glared. "Yell at me again and I'll soak ya goil or no goil!"
"Fine no reason to go medieval on me!" And with that Sara ran upstairs to talk to her two newest friends: Lotta and Danielle.
A/n- How do you like it? It took me a while to write this one. Oh well. R and R guys or I don't update! That means you'll never know what happens with our heroine Sara. Oh and I have nothing against David. I just had to give Spot and Sara some common ground. Sorry all you Davy fans! Oh and Chach thanks for putting up with this torture for me. I know you don't like newsie fan fiction but.don't worry I'm putting up some totally new stuff from a show I know Chach hasn't seen!
"How do I know you punks won't run when some goon comes at cha wit a club? How do I know you got what it takes?" Spot asked Jack with a glare.
"Cause I'm tellin ya Spot!" Jack snapped back.
Spot looked down and then back up at the other boy. "Dat ain't good enough Jackie-boy. Ya gotta show me."
Spot watched Jack, Boots, and David walk down the dock towards Manhattan.
Skipper looked up at Spot. "They's gonna get slaughtered! Ya know damn well Jack's boys can't fight like us!"
"Skipper I'm warnin you before I hurt ya. Get da hell away from me and don't talk ta me like dat!"
"Awright Spot. I get da point."
Racetrack ran up the docks to see Spot.
"Hey Race. What's rollin?"
"Why won't ya help em?" Race asked.
"Maybe I'd answer ya if I knew who she was." Spot looked accusingly at the slim, blonde, girl standing behind Race.
"Oh dat's Sara Porter. Which is why I came heah actually."
"Oh yeah blame it all on the girl Race! Of course it's my fault!" Sara snapped.
"What? Nevermind. What about her Race?"
"Well, she's new and Jack don't want her in da strike and since you ain't in it he wanted ta know if ya'd keep her here and teach her how ta fight like a Brooklyn newsie."
"Heah?"
"No, in Bronx Spot! Honestly!" Race rolled his eyes.
"Ya know dat's not what I meant an' ya lucky youse a friend a mine or I'd soak ya for it!"
Sara looked at her feet. She couldn't help but notice how cute this boy was. Sure she'd been warned by all of Manhattan lodging house that he was no good but. She also wanted know what was so scary about him. He had big cyan blue eyes and ash blonde hair. He was also rather short, not that she was tall! She stood exactly 5 foot and and a tiny 100 pounds. He was still taller than she was though. For Pete's sake Race was even taller than her!
"Hey kid ya okay?" Spot asked.
"Hmm? Oh yeah I'm fine."
"You wouldn't be related ta Keith and Josh Porter would ya?"
"Unfortunately they're my brothers."
"Why ain't ya wit dem?"
"Why don't you have parents?" She snapped at him.
"Whoa okay calm down! If ya gonna stay heah ya gotta listen ta me!"
"Fine master what do you desire?"
Spot smirked. A sense of humor? The girl was very pretty too. She had shoulder length wavy blonde hair and eyes so blue they were almost a frightening fathomless black.
"Okay I gotta get back ta Manhattan Spot. So see ya around. Bye Sara." Race took off towards Manhattan.
"I desire a certain goil named Sara ta go spy on Manhattan tamorrow."
"I dunno if Sara would like that. She's not a spy."
"She is now. See dat kid ovah dere?" She nodded. "Dats Skipper Davens. He's one a my boidies. Dats a spy. Go see him an tell him Spot told him ta teach ya everything he knows and ta show ya da goils bunkroom."
Sara glared at him with a look that could kill as she ran over to Skipper.
The boy looked at her and whistled. "Hey doll face what's new?"
"Back-off big boy or I'll have my brother kick your ass all the way to Pittsburgh Pennsylvania and back again. Spot told me to tell you he said you are supposed to teach me how to be a 'birdie' and everything else you know. Then show me the girls' bunkroom.
"Fine but who's ya bruddah just for reference?"
"That depends. If you call me 'doll face, gorgeous, baby, heart breaker' or any other smart remark I'll get Josh. He's my minor offense security guard. Then if you touch me in any way I wish not to be touched in I'll get Keith. Just to let you in on it.he's about 6'2 and 200 pounds."
"Ouch."
So Skipper taught everything that afternoon from what to do if you get caught by another newsie to how to escape Snyder. Sara's first impression of this boy had been 'disgusting pervert' she was wrong. Skipper had kind, warm, chocolate brown eyes and the same colored hair. He was a true sweetheart but if you had to choose who to have on your side of a battle it wouldn't be him. He was to skinny and kind to hurt someone. Spot had a point. Skipper was the ideal spy.
Sara woke up before the guys and slipped out of the lodging house and down to Manhattan. She peeked around a corner (don't steal my quarters! Sry inside joke) and saw the boys yelling and ripping papes into shreds of useless words. She mentally kicked herself for agreeing to go to Brooklyn. Then the whisle sounded. Bulls time to go. She turned tail just in time to hear Race scream, "Crutchy scram!"
The boys sat at Tibby's for quite a while. Jack and David sat in the corner, no doubt plotting to Crutchy out of the refuge.
The sun set and Sara saw Jack and David leave. She felt like an ice cube had slipped into her stomach and wouldn't melt. If she got caught Snyder would send her home and that was a hell she didn't want to face again. Then again orders were orders and she didn't want to face an angry Spot Conlon. She'd heard the stories. Nope. Bailing out is definitely not an option!
She followed them in, listened to the conversation, and followed the two defeated, empty-handed boys back out. Then she took off for Brooklyn.
She burst into the door full of energy having run around the whole day and played Sherlock Holmes (I know he wasn't around then but it's just a description!). Spot looked at her like she was insane.
"Bouncing off walls for a reason kid?"
"Yep! Crutchy is in the refuge!"
"How is dat a good thing?"
"It's not silly! It's exciting! Oh and don't call me kid. I'm Sara. If you call me kid I'll call you Brooklyn."
"Fine. Anything else?"
"Yeah! I found out I hate that stupid mouth Jacobs!"
"Davy?"
"Mmm-hmm! You know him?"
"Yeah. Most unfortunately. He's da walkin mouth."
"I think Jack only keeps him around cause he's smart and Jack likes Sarah."
"You?!"
"AHHHHH! NO NOT ME! I AM SARA! S-A-R-A! NO 'H' ON THE END! She spells it wrong! Besides Cowboy? Ewwwww! No thank you."
Spot laughed and then glared. "Yell at me again and I'll soak ya goil or no goil!"
"Fine no reason to go medieval on me!" And with that Sara ran upstairs to talk to her two newest friends: Lotta and Danielle.
A/n- How do you like it? It took me a while to write this one. Oh well. R and R guys or I don't update! That means you'll never know what happens with our heroine Sara. Oh and I have nothing against David. I just had to give Spot and Sara some common ground. Sorry all you Davy fans! Oh and Chach thanks for putting up with this torture for me. I know you don't like newsie fan fiction but.don't worry I'm putting up some totally new stuff from a show I know Chach hasn't seen!